Page 6 of Dear Glory

“Is that any way to greet your mother?!” my mom chuckles and I sit up.

“MOM!” I cross my legs and hold the phone to my ear, excited to hear from her. She’s not one to reach out too much since she knows how overbearing Dad is, so the few times I get to hear from her on her own accord it’s special. “I missed you, Mom!” I tell her truthfully.I always miss her.

“I miss you too, love, but I didn’t call for the sentimentalities I wanted to hear the gossip!” she laughs and I raise a brow.

“Gossip? I’m afraid there is none,” I sigh.

“WHAT!?” she gasps, appalled. “What in the world have you been doing for the last week then?”

“Well… I’ve been relaxing and… today I sewed and?—”

“Sweetheart, I’m talking MEN! What MEN have you been doing?!” she speaks so matter-of-factly that I’m forced to burst out in laughter.

“None… you know I didn’t come here for all that. I’m not looking for a man, I’m looking for myse?—”

“Glorinda, the best way to find yourself is in the arms of a man that knows what he’s doing and can treat you good! I don’t know not one woman that hasn’t learned something aboutherself in the arms of a man with a big penis, long tongue, and strong stroke.”

“MOM! GOD!” I screech, but she chuckles. This is why I love her. This woman is so classy but outlandish.

“I’m not wrong, though. You’re never going to learn anything about yourself cooped in that hotel. Go out, mingle, find the first man your daddy wouldn’t approve of and be daring!” she voices and I cock my head to the side, skeptical and a little put off at the idea since I’m a bit traumatized from my dad bursting in on me.

“Ugh, I don’t know…” I trail off, not necessarily opposed to the idea. I have been just sitting around and decompressing, but…

“There is nothing for you to know or think about. Simply go out, be beautiful, pick up a man and have a good time! I’m not telling you to fall in love, I’m telling to go have fun. Besides, I know you didn’t go halfway around the world to be chaste,” she chuckles.

“I didn’t… I can actually stand for a good time…” It really has been a long time. When my dad and Linus burst in on me, it was my first time sleeping with a man prior to Linus, king of the two pump chump brigade. But good dick? A man that could fuck mind-numbingly good? I don’t think I’ve had that even with the few casual partners prior to Linus. Which is kind of sad because I enjoy sex. It feels good and clears my head, so maybe she isn’t wrong.

“See? Now get your pretty self up and show them French girls how we Cross women show up and out!”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” I tell her as I shut the television off and hear her clapping.

“Aww sookie sookie, now you’re talking. Well, I’m going to let you go. Call me later and tell me about it.”

“Alright, Mom, talk to you later,” I hang up and immediately run over to my closet, thrusting it open, rummaging through it tofind one of the few outfits I packed that are suitable for a night on the town. I pick out one that I absolutely know my dad would hate and quickly change.

The black body-hugging dress that would have even made Marilyn Monroe proud hugs my curves in all the right places, leaving just enough to the imagination. I pull out a pair of six-inch Jimmy Choo heels which elongate my legs, and as crazy as it sounds, it flatters my busty but lush figure even more.

For added measure, I oil my body down with coconut oil that I picked up from Venice, Italy when I spent the summer there to make myself feel better after Linus and I broke up from his harsh words that hurt me more at the time than they do now. I truly was devastated, considering I really liked him, but the trip made me feel better.

It makes my dark skin shine as if it’s glowing in the moonlight, and the smell is divine. The compliments I receive from men and women alike when I wear it always puts me in a better mood. Last but not least, I spritz myself down with my Coco Chanel perfume and fix my curls before snatching my keycard and Gucci bag, making my way down to the lobby where I ask them to call me a taxi and head to the VIP private lounge that I’d heard murmurs about even while back home.

I heard that many celebrities and high profile people visit the lounge due to its American music and the electric and seductive atmosphere, which made It a must visit on my list while here.

I step out of the taxi all eyes turn to me, unsurprisingly. I know I look good, in fact, I look so good that when the attendant spots me, he asks no questions. He merely steps to the side and removes the rope for me to enter.

Walking through the halls, my body immediately buzzes from the loudspeakers making me nod my head. As soon as I enter the room, “Poison” by Bell Biv DeVoe plays and all eyes fallon me again, but as per usual, I play it cool and head to the bar where the bartender doesn’t waste a second.

“Anything I can get you, mademoiselle?” the bartender asks in a heavy French accent, staring at me with lust-filled eyes.

“A martini, please,” I request.

“As you wish,” he answers as he pulls out a glass and instantly begins concocting my drink and slides it over to me. Nodding my thanks, I take the drink in hand and sip, casually dragging my eyes across the room, bobbing my head to the music, feeling over the moon.

This is ten times better than sitting at home with my mom and dad like I’m some retired granny.

No thanks. I want no part of that. I spent the better part of my life under his thumb, even though I know he did it for fear of me falling into the wrong crowd. However, it’s time for me to spread my wings and fly. I want to explore and do the things girls… no,womenthat are my age do.I just want to have fun!I want to take advantage of this three-month holiday and get into as much as possible.

“Good evening, madame,” I hear over my shoulder, knocking me out of my depressing thoughts.

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